Song Wen walked unsteadily, and what he saw was the picture-scroll-like night view of Bianliang.
There were people selling pulp from pushcarts, people shopping and chatting, and people selling food who opened their doors to welcome customers. Song Wen looked at the one tael of silver in his hand and walked towards a small shop on the roadside that was selling food and wine.
The foot shop is not big. There is a woman in her forties sitting at the counter, her head lowered and guarding a large vat. There is also a man who is entertaining a few customers attentively. Song Wen walks over and raises his hand to take the silver coin.
Throw it over... "Buy a drink!"
The middle-aged man quickly ran over and collected the money diligently, then nodded and bowed and asked: "Sir, may I ask if you want to drink in our store or take it away?"
Song Wen looked at the simple and dim foot shop and the few rough dishes boiled and cold on the table, and couldn't help but shook his head: "Just give me a pot of strong wine..."
The man apologized and said with a smile: "This little brother, the wine in our house is made by my wife and my daughter. It is not considered strong alcohol...but we can guarantee that it is not mixed with water!"
There were two idle men sitting at a table inside. After hearing this, they looked Song Wen up and down. One of them, who had a crooked mouth to protect his heart, sneered: "Where did that come from?
You young chick? You still want to drink strong alcohol? Are you being tricked by some young lady into committing suicide?"
Hahahaha... Several customers in the store burst into laughter. Some glanced at the piece of silver and then looked doubtfully at Song Wen's worn and ill-fitting shorts.
An earthenware bottle was held up by the woman. Song Wen raised the bottle without any nonsense and drank it...
The man quickly advised: "No, no! You can't drink like this, you'll get drunk!"
Song Wen drank a bottle of slightly sour turbid wine in one breath, and felt that it was not much different from the beer of later generations... Want to anesthetize yourself and drown yourself in the river? I guess I need another box...
"Another bottle!"
"Another bottle!"
“Two more bottles!!!”
A whole eight bottles of bad wine went into his stomach. The man in the store wiped the sweat from his temples and said in surprise: "Young man, you really have a lot of wine... but drinking like this is probably harmful to your health!"
Song Wen now only felt that his stomach was swollen uncomfortably and he didn't feel drunk at all. He sighed, shook his head and walked out.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly counted out a bunch of large coins with a ten-fold discount from the money box and handed them to the man who was still stunned. The man hurriedly caught up with Song Wen who was in a daze... "Brother, I'm looking for your money! Our family
The wine is fifty cents a bottle, this is the remaining four hundred cents..."
Song Wen looked at the bunch of copper coins handed to him and felt that if he put this thing on his body, he would probably have a higher chance of falling into the river and sinking to the bottom.
A few idle people crowded to the door and looked at the back of this strange boy. The store owner sighed: "It's amazing, I haven't encountered such a huge amount in a long time... This doll must have encountered something difficult. It makes people feel distressed to see it."
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The idle man with a crooked mouth took a sip: "Excuse me, life is not as easy as before! Who has an easy life? The princes just want to leave a name in the history, and the north is not peaceful and they also worry about raising taxes and strengthening the army to regain Yanyun...
...It’s been decades since we regained it, and we still have to accept it? Even a Xixia barbarian can’t control it..."
"Okay, okay, drinking can't stop your mouth? Be careful if any husband hears it and punish you for your crime!"
"Bullshit! Why would your husband come to this shabby place to drink? They all go to the building to drink wine! And they have to make the little lady strip naked and feed her... Hahaha."
"Hahaha……"
At the corner of the street, the young man who climbed up the ladder to escape looked at Song Wen who was wandering away and was amazed, and then took steps to follow him.
He didn't know how many streets he had passed, but Song Wen saw a wooden arch bridge in front of him spanning a blue wave. The business shops on both sides were very lively. There were also many more pedestrians coming and going, riding horses, leading donkeys and sitting in sedans, shouting.
The sounds of hawkers and jugglers flooded into Song Wen's head just like the dubbing in a TV series.
Finding a secluded corner under the bridge, Song Wen sat on a stone and stared blankly at the bustling night scene on both sides of the Bianhe River...
"It's not bad, that's it... I'm gone, and I'll never come back again! Damn... if there is another time, don't let me dress up like a turtle man again! Or sell myself as a slave and do odd jobs..."
Song Wen only felt that this body seemed to be more sensitive to alcohol, and he felt a little dizzy for a moment, so he slumped down and waited for the dead of night before jumping... ending the miserable fate of this miserable turtle ahead of time!
"Hey, are you really looking for death?"
Song Wen glanced sideways and saw that it was the young prostitute teacher whom he had stolen a tael of money from.
With a crash, Song Wen threw a bunch of ten-dollar coins on the ground... "You still can't bear to part with this money? I bought a few bottles of tasteless wine... The rest are all here! Take it and get out...
…Don’t stop me from jumping into the river!”
The young man smiled: "If you reward me, it's yours. Don't underestimate a certain family! However, what can't you think of as a little turtle? Isn't life better than death?"
"none of your business?"
"Ah? You little turtle is so rude..."
Song Wen smiled: "Are you polite? Then why did you climb through the window of the brothel to escape? Is it because you don't have enough money for prostitution, or have you done something disgusting?"
"I didn't! Bi Tao'er and I have been friends for a long time. The amount of money we rewarded her was ten or twenty taels... If the tigress at home hadn't blocked the door, how could I have been ripped off by a little turtle like you?"
"Oh, it turns out he is a strict wife!"
“What does henpeck mean?”
"Afraid of your wife, a soft-hearted person, and a doorstep... Are you done with it? Why are you pestering me, a turtle who is tired of living? Go home and serve the tigress... As for a woman, she will be happy if you make her comfortable.
!If you have the energy, don’t just throw it into a brothel. You’ll be as tired as a dead dog, serving other people’s happiness, and then you have to give them money... Do you lose?”
The young man sighed: "Well, if there is such a good thing, why would I go to a brothel to vent my anger? We have been married for more than a year, and she is not even willing to consummate the marriage! Uh... you haven't said why you want to jump into the river?"
Song Wen said angrily: "Are you annoyed? Huh? Why? Because I was kidnapped and trafficked as a child from a poor background, and I was bullied because of the hard life! Because I have no hope of a future and am penniless, because I don't want to be a bullshit turtle! So I don't want to
Live, do you understand?"
The young man opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a moment...
"Zhao Shenyan... If you still have any conscience, listen carefully to what this little turtle has to say! A little slave who has been reduced to a brothel and suffered a lot still has a trace of manhood... How can the grandson of your noble general and servant be wandering around in the market like this?
Are you going to eat in a dirty place and wait to die?"
Song Wen took a look and saw that she was actually a pretty woman wearing a waistcoat and a plain long skirt. Her face was as cold as frost, staring at the young man who was shivering like a sieve of chaff.
Song Wen laughed and joked: "So you are still a son of an official... That's all you have to do? Are you so scared by a woman that you jump off a building and pee your pants? Are you really barging in on me?"
The young man named Zhao Shenyan said angrily: "Ping Niang! You are not allowed to insult me anymore... I..."
"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be scolding me? You can't be good at literature or martial arts. You can't pass the examination and become a scholar, but you can't beat a domestic slave! If you go to join the army to fill a military position, my mother is afraid that you will be trampled to death by the soldiers...
Can't you be more ambitious and do something that will honor your ancestors?"
"me……"
Song Wen, who was eating melon on the side, sneered again, but this time the tired bastard mocked the beautiful young woman...
"That's good...but, little lady like you, have you ever thought that if you want him to do great things, do you have to let him become a man first?"
Ping Niang was stunned when she heard this, her face suddenly turned as red as the morning glow, and she spat: "What are you talking nonsense about, you slutty turtle slave?"
Song Wen chuckled: "You have a hopeless man, and you have another guy who can't do anything... Have you given him a chance? You don't even let him be a man, and you haven't consummated your marriage with him yet... Who do you have the right to scold him?
Him? Or...or do you have an affair? In your heart, you don’t want him to touch you?"
Young Zhao Shenyan was stunned when he heard this. He rolled his eyes and immediately pretended to be distressed and asked sadly: "Ping Niang...could it be said that you really have another man in your heart? We have known each other since childhood.
Childhood sweetheart! Could it be that you..."
Ping Niang was shocked, and her eyebrows stood up... "Nonsense! How can I... If I am, I... No, you little turtle has such sharp teeth, how dare you slander me?"
The woman's face was red, and she was about to come over with a pink fist. Zhao Shenyan was shocked when he saw this, and quickly rushed forward and grabbed the woman's arm... "No, Ping Niang, I just said some words of conscience, you can't
It’s hurtful!”
"Isn't he seeking death? I'll give him a ride right now...let him die early and be reborn!"
"No, Ping Niang, if you beat him to death, you will be involved in a life lawsuit..."
The two people were still pulling at each other, when a head with shaggy hair and beard suddenly poked out from the arch on the top pillar of the wooden bridge... and cursed: "What are a shrew and two losers so noisy about? You can't let anyone sleep anymore."
?We must die together!”
Zhao Shenyan was about to curse and go back to vent his anger on his wife, but the lady next to him pushed him back hard, her face solemn and awe-inspiring... "Shut up, I'm afraid this person is not simple..."
Zhao Shenyan knew that his wife was very skilled in martial arts and had excellent eyesight, so she became confused for a moment... What was the origin of this old beggar-like guy?
Song Wen snorted and continued to lie down and wait for death. The beggar first looked at Zhao Shenyan and his wife, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Wen, who was like a puddle of mud, and finally exposed his big yellow teeth and scolded Zhao Shenyan and his wife.
Said: "Get out of here, don't be an eyesore here!"
Ping Niang stopped in front of her husband, took a few steps back slowly, then pulled Zhao Shenyan and left in a hurry. Before leaving, Zhao Shenyan turned around and winked at Song Wen to express her gratitude, but only in exchange for Song Wen.
Wen’s middle finger.
The old beggar on top of the bridge and the little turtle under the bridge stared at each other for a long time. The old beggar asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you really want to die?"
"If you don't die, you can teach me a way... to make a third-class turtle slave quickly become rich and prosperous!"
"You fart! Do you think I am the Taoist ancestor?"
"You're such an idiot! You've become a beggar yourself, and you're even lower than a turtle like me... Why are you meddling in other people's business?"
The old beggar smiled with a strange expression... "Hehehe... It's interesting. I have been sleeping in Wan'an Bridge for three months, and this is the first time I have seen such an interesting little brat like you... Boy, what's your name?"
?Where can I be a turtle slave?"
Song Wen scolded: "My surname is Lao, and my last name is the word "Diao"! I will be a turtle slave in your house."
"Laotui? What a weird name... Dad... ah, little bastard! You are so shameless and shameless... I quite appreciate it! Hahaha..."
Song Wen was startled. He pressed a daisy against the big rock behind him and asked cautiously: "You old glass...what do you want to do?"